Crash and Burn

If life was a cartoon then my short-term memory would have been a clay pigeon sitting on a wall. And emotional trauma was the double-barreled shotgun firing. From five feet away. The exams did NOT go well, as you might have guessed by the title. Between my brain pinging in dizzying circles from vast annoyance to self-pity and my inability to sleep for more than 3 hours at shot, not a whole lot got through. Just before I left for the airport, the Quasi-Parsi managed to convince me that I did not need to bring home my 2.5kg equine medicine book. (which meant I could lug back more fabric, so it all all works out, I guess. Assuming he's right. He'd BETTER be right.)

But now, I'm back. And Slinky's ready to prowl the urban jungle again. And her guns are set to 'stun'.